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This is my letter to the world
that left no forwarding address
all the secrets of a girl
whose tongue would not confess
save for the power of the pen
Emily Dickinson
took the boat for england
lost her husband. took a child.
thick lipped. yet delicate. she
sailed away for new york

Brownstone apartment. fire escape.
a view of harlem from the stairs.
The sting of wind against the skin
the call of vendors in the air
and all the downcast and downtrodden (who gather there)

The white horse tavern took her in
poured her absinthe and a shot of gin
(lucky worked the bar on mondays, he said hello).
She met a man who made her smile
he made her laugh. it drove him wild.
and when he turned to pay the tab
he lost her to a taxi cab

(E. D.) took the bus from new york
bound her memoirs of the sea
thick lipped. yet delicate. she
drove to california